Wednesday, April 7, 2010

This day is not today

It is not tomorrow

But yet just a moment in a span of nothing

That sits in texts books of yesterday


Yesterday is always late

My nose is running, and my sense of awareness is hiding

My grandma can’t seem to die

And it’s all because yesterday will never amount to anything


Tomorrow is stunted

We lied and cheated and now

Potential can’t be reached and mama just cries alone

We fucked the future, because that’s all we’ve ever known


The past never seems surprised

It’s cynical, because it knows how humans are

The past takes the angst-y role

So I can try and believe that life is good and happiness is possible

3 comments:

  1. Your piece succeeds in capturing the restraints one can feel in time. It is not something we can get away from. I was able to relate to this very easily. Really enjoyed it! :)

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  2. Time is vulnerable. The use of time in your piece matches the rough, harse side of live. The depression formed here invokes a strong sense of love. "The past never seems surprised It’s cynical, because it knows how humans are" The sheer magic with this line has the tone of the entire piece within it.

    Jason

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  3. This is my favorite I have read all week. You did a great job of capturing time, not only in the letters throughout your poem but the content itself.

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